Chapter 12 #2
Sure enough, it was the Human who spoke next. “I do. I want to.”
Asher swallowed reflexively around the gag filling his throat. The gag yshain Lee had forced upon him. He wasn’t prone to strong emotions towards other people, but Asher thought he might hate yshain Lee.
Suddenly he was being moved, the takan sliding from his shoulders as Trenet lifted him up and off his cock. Asher made a shrill, muffled sound as he turned, presumably to face the rest of the room. Shown off, maybe.
Probably so that bidding can start, Asher thought bitterly.
Trenet wrapped his arms securely around Asher’s frame so that Asher couldn’t even think to struggle, as two tails wrapped around each of his legs, spreading them.
Asher couldn’t help his thin whines as he waited for whatever came next.
“It’s okay, Asher,” yshain Lee said in fucking Universal. “It’s just time for your venigash. I’m sure you’re familiar with these by now. I’m going to help this time.”
Of course. Of course yshain Lee would speak Universal, specifically to taunt Asher with what he was about to do.
Asher could hear it in Lee’s voice, how gleeful he was to stuff Asher with the venigash.
Maybe he was trying out the merchandise before buying it.
Maybe Asher’s next captor was going to be a Human.
It felt like the ultimate betrayal.
After days of being given the venigash, Asher was well used to the fullness, for all that it was still so, so uncomfortable.
The best he could do to weather it was to let himself drift.
To sink down to somewhere soft, away from the ache in his belly.
Away from the Dresht. He kept his eyes closed beneath the blindfold and turned into the nice, gentle touches he was given instead, the warm embraces, the large hands stroking up and down his spine, the claws and fingers sifting through his hair.
So when Asher felt the first touch of the venigash to his hole, he might have instinctively cried and tried to flinch away, but in his mind he was sinking down, down, to somewhere far away.
For a while, Asher just floated. He distantly registered venigash after venigash being pushed into his hole, the uncomfortable fullness growing in his belly.
There were low croons in his ear, claw tips running up and down his sides and through his hair as fingers plucked at his nipples.
He felt it all, felt his own body respond, felt himself start to sob as everything became too much, but then he discarded it.
It didn’t matter. They could make him squirm and cry, they could touch his body all they liked, but he wasn’t going to let them break him.
He wasn’t going to give yshain Lee the satisfaction of that.
Then Asher felt a hand wrap around his cock. A smaller, softer hand, than those of the Dresht. A Human hand.
No! No, no, no, I don’t want him touching me! If yshain Lee was anything like the Dresht he was so familiar with, then he was touching Asher in order to make him come.
Asher let out a loud muffled protest. He had known, in the back of his mind, that he’d gotten hard. He was just so sensitized all the time now, and the venigash stimulated him from the inside in much the way Trenet or Vrayl’s cocks did, and Asher couldn’t help it!
The last thing he wanted was yshain Lee to—
The warm, wet mouth closing around his cock, the Human mouth, made Asher jolt and cry out. No! No, no, no! Was yshain Lee going to suck and swallow the way Asher’s Dresht did, coaxing him to come? Or because he was Human, was he inclined to… to bite?
Asher wasn’t sure which would be worse. He didn’t want yshain Lee to make him come. He didn’t want to give the Human that satisfaction. Didn’t want Lee to think that Asher had been pleased and pleasured by him, the stupid horrible traitor.
But it was inevitable. Asher’s hips moved almost of their own free will, encouraged by yshain Lee taking Asher’s cock into his throat and swallowing again and again, almost the way Asher was swallowing around his new gag.
When he started to come with a cry, yshain Lee only continued to swallow. Drinking down Asher’s come. Getting exactly what he wanted.
Asher cried bitter tears, chest heaving, not even able to enjoy the looseness that he’d previously found with having an orgasm. All he could think was how awful it was, to have been forced to spill for yshain Lee.
Somehow it was violating in a way that Trenet and Vrayl’s attentions weren’t.
Asher only just vaguely registered what happened next, which voices he heard. All he knew was that he was put back in the takan, a cock sliding back into him, making room for itself among all the venigash that yshain Lee had stuffed into him.
Then someone spoke, and Asher recognized Trenet’s deep growl, recognized Vrayl’s a moment later as a hand smoothed down his side.
They weren’t leaving him. They weren’t giving him away. After all that, it looked as though Asher got to stay with the Dresht that were at least somewhat familiar to him. And he wasn’t going to yshain Lee either. Not right now, anyway.
Asher huddled against Trenet’s chest and was grateful for small mercies.